THE MOUNTAINEER. 



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(lamnie-l with the t;reat bk)cks of the 

 bridge. But though Sahale had thus 

 made an end of Loowit and the rival 

 chiefs he still loved them, and where 

 each one fell he reared a mighty peak 

 as a mark; for Loowit what we now 

 call I\It. St. Helens, for Klickitat 

 what we now call Adams, and for 

 Wiveast what we nanu' Hood. Such 



high over all, triple-crowned, lined 

 and ridged with the battles of ages, 

 majestic Avith the serenity of 

 eternity, glowing in the rich roseate 

 hues of the departing sun, the "great 

 white peak, the fountain-breast ot 

 I\Iilk White Waters,"— he bows to 

 the earth and involuntarily com- 

 munes with the immortal and invin- 



Camping' site of the Mountaineers, diiring" their forthcoming" ascent cf Mount Olynipns. 



was the origin of the three peaks. 



As from an island in Puget Sound 

 on a clear day just after sunset one 

 gazes eastward and sees the long line 

 of sentinel snoAV peaks, St. Helens 

 the beautiful dimlj^ on the south. 

 Adams just rising above the forest 

 southeastward. Kulshan clear-cut 

 and glistening Avhite toward the 

 north, a glittering cone in the center 

 showing where Glacier Peak lords it 

 over the wilderness of Borean mon- 

 archs. and then right in tlie center. 



cible. One wishes that he miglit 

 take the wings of the morning and 

 tiy from peak to peak and build a 

 shrine on each with the first beams 

 of the sun. But poor slow human 

 creatures that we are. we must slow- 

 ly and i)ainfully climb, step by step. 



But it is well. We touch the sacred 

 lieiglits with our feet, and Antaeus- 

 like draw their might at every step. 

 And there they will wait for us. 



For best and grandest about our 

 mountains, thev can wait. 



